As promised (peep the post @sappho), I finally read through Sappho's poems (well, really fragments are all we have left) and enjoyed this thoroughly. Loved the Anne Carson translation (I love her in general though, think she's a genius, so I am biased heavily here), and here are a few of my favorite fragments of Sappho! You can read all of them here. Many of these fragments only survive thanks to citations from other ancient authors, so we don't really have the context for many of these lines, but on their own they are beautiful.

Note that these were meant to be sung, with a lyre, but none of her music survives, sadly. Basically she was the ancient Greek equivalent of a pop star, and of course I'm going to stan an ancient Greek queer pop star.

so Go so we may see lady of gold arms doom

pity trembling / flesh by now old age / covers flies in pursuit / noble taking sing to us / the one with violets in her lap / mostly goes astray

Eros shook my / mind like a mountain wind falling on oak trees

you came and I was crazy for you / and you cooled my mind that burned with longing

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms

Dead you will like and never memory of you / will there be nor desire into the aftertime—for you do not / share in the roses / of Pieria, but invisible too in Hades' house / you will go your way among dim shapes. Having been breathed out.

I simply want to be dead. / Weeping she left me / with many tears and said this / Oh how badly things have turned out for us. / Sappho, I swear, against my will I leave you / And I answered her: / Rejoice, go and / remember me. For you know how we cherished you. / But if not, I want / to remind you / ] and beautiful times we had / For many crowns of violets / and roses / ] at my side you put on / and many woven garlands / made of flowers / around your soft throat

do not move stones

Moon has set / and Pleiades: middle / night, the hour goes by / alone I lie.

sweet mother I cannot work the loom / I am broken with longing for a boy by slender Aphrodite

Some men say an army of horse and some men say an army on foot / and some men say an / army of ships is the most beautiful thing / on the black earth. But I say it is / what you love. / Easy to make this understood by all. / For she who overcame everyone / in beauty (Helen) / left her fine husband / behind and went sailing to Troy. / Not for her children nor her dear parents / had she a thought, no — / ] led her astray / ] for / ] lightly / ] reminded me now of Anaktoria who is gone.